Elijah didn't move, he'd already drank far too much for his liking. Slowly his hand moved just enough he could glance over. "..s.. is that true? W-what could he possibly have.. had reason to be so .. afraid and anxious about.. that.. he got so drunk? It.. could have been dangerous for him..'He added softly. His voice was filled even more so with sadness as he believed him. But then it made himself feel more like a failure that he wanted to risk himself getting black out drunk somewhere and get a room with a 'nice man'. Even though he couldn't guarantee that the man gave him the room for innocent reasons. What happened after he passed out?